The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1887-12-22

were smiling, and the fair head bowling
to him. But off went Lord Winches-
ter's also. for brighter smile and a
moro familiar recognition-which
prise-greeted him.
"Halioa, Winchester! / say. that's
too badr' cried Captain Stanley, when
they had passed. You know herr
Before knew you. she's Selma
Dalrymple."
..Sclina; yes. that is her Christian
name; saw it one day on her hand
kerchief. Where was the pull of your
making such mystery over it? Why
couldn't you say that you knew hcr?'
made no mystery, my good fell
low | did not know it was Selma
Dalrymple you were speaking Of. Who
Married! her name! What dye
meanp'
Il thought you said she was mar
ried."
What is the matter with you?' cried
Captain Stanley, looking ut the Vis-
count. You call her Selma Dalrym-
pie, and then ask who she has married,
and what her name is. Do you sup
pose she bears one name, and her hus-
band another? That's not English
fashion, y
..What is his name?" impcrturbably
continued the Viscount.
..Dalrymple. What should it be?"
"Shc has never married Oscar Dali
rymple!' exclaimed Lord Winchester,
in reused tone. HAS shc?'
Her husband is the only Dalrymplc
| know of in the land of the living. A
cold, dry, wizen-faced man. You are
given to mystifying to-day, Winches-
ter"
mot at all. She was Miss Dalrym-
pie. How was to know she bore the
same name now?"
Miss Dalrymple, was she! Some re-
lation to him?"
"A cousin; three or four times re-
moved. So no, Oscar Dalrymple! It's
better to be born lucky than rich.
Moat-Grange and its fairest flower!
You did not bargain for that, once upon
. time
..How did you know her?'
'.Oh, have often seen her. They are
neighbors of my Uncle Cleveland's
Where are the Dalrymplcs living in
town..
:, May Fair. Only, part Of the house.
They are not rich.n
Mrs. Dalrymple's carriage had con-
tinued its course. 1t was now on its
way to her dressmaker's. Nine. Dame
| reau. An enormous custOm-clientele,
she always said--had Nine. Damereau.
/ Thoroughly well established was
!, madame. Her house was handsome; its
rooms mixture Of Partisan taste and
English comfort, with their yelvet-pile
carpets. rich crimson furniture. brilliant
mirrors and ornamental objects of
porcelain, all delicate landscape paint
ing and FURNISHED gold. Surely rooms
SO elaborate in their fitting-up, were
not needful to the house of milliner
and dressmaker? Needful or not, they
were there. There was spacious
showroom, and a lounging-room and
a trying-on room, and an ante-room,
with a handsome hall and staircase
leading to them. whence the Gus
clientele caught vague snatchcs,
through painted window. of a paved
court and shrubs and plants. Nine.
Damcreau was as fascinating, in her
line, as Mrs. Dalrymple in hers; ask
the ladies who were forever paying her
visits, and they would tell you that,
| once within reach of the destinations OF
herself and her show-rooms, there they
| were contentedly fixed; there was no
| getting away, and there was no trying
/ to. Madame's expenses were great,
and she had feathered her nest pretty
well; somebody paid for it. Wien
! madamc's nest should be sufficiently
well feathered-or what she would con-
slider so-lt was her attention to return
to la belle France-pays cheri!-and
quit England and its nstives-lcs bar.
barcs!-forever. Every thought Of
madame had reference to this enchant-
q bonnet sell, mantle improvise, but
the ''sticking-on' very strong where
she could) bore the desirable end in
view. There had been a Mons. Damereau
once upon time. He had something
to do with the theaters, though not in
the way of acting. But he grew toe
fond Of English porter and of lingering
madame's profits. Madame inveigled
him into journey to Paris with her
let him have his fling a little while.
and one fatal morning the poor deluded
man awoke to find that he and hi.
wife were two; she had obtained sep
aratiOn from HIM ''de corps ct III
biens." Madame returned to England
the same day. and what became o.
him she neither knew nor cared.
i We have mentioned q mania tina
was riding over the gay world at chi
period, chiefly over the male portion 0
it, the admiration of Oscar Dalrymple'
wife; we must now confess to another
which exclusively touches the female
A love for dress. A wild, rampant
, MOTTO be controlled within any-limi
love for extravagant dress. No feve
yet known was like unto it; and Nine
Damereau blessed it heartily, ant
, petted it, and nursed and prayed tina
, it would never abate. Few had fallel
into this last mania as had Mrs. Dial
, rymple. Bred up in the country, il
, simplicity and comparative seclusion
London and its attractions had burs
J upon her with irresistible power, daz
cling her judgment and taking captiv,
l LICK OCAoCo' AAC puociOu AOI uACoo-CN
! ample is SO contagious. rivalry SO riff
in human heart-seized firm hold upol
her: something like another passion
had formerly seized upon and destroye'
her unfortunate brother. Every bod,
must have pursuit, daily passion
il it may be SO expressed; and if the
do not have it they are vapid and indit
ferent, and protest that the world
mot worth living in. The pursuit ma
be worthy or it may be unworthy; "
don't touch upon that now, but it mus
be something. Selma Dalrymple foun,
hers in the new rush after dress; wha
else had she to find it in? Not carin.
particularly for her husband (but thi
Is only between ourselves, mind), n
loved and intimate friends aroused her
no children, no cherished home occu
patton; nothing but the worlds HON
| opo in the hall-rOom in the mark Il